With my brief words, I’m trying to shorten this distance and to perpetuate what I am, who we are.  Epistolary this thing that moves inside of me, but it is a passion and want, life springs up in me every time I remember your name. Poetry scrawled in the mind of the writer, prose in the eyes of the reader. And you know that I now need to be read, perhaps sung. 

I could have chosen a fiery speech, you know me, and you know I’m melodramatic, scandalous; I talk my arm off, but I never use outmoded clichés. Even more for you, that holds the soul in a kite, letting fate lead you. You like what is lightweight and a verse has that power: to be lightweight, even loaded with feelings. It has the gift of revealing when it reads and safeguard when it is torn. 

Understand my love; it is not just to curl up with bodies, but interlacing lives. Eyes that admire the same horizon, which share the same bed and the same tune. Two people who met because they had to be. Two halves that are not lost anymore, since they decided to say yes to chance. You, bright eyes, happiness that floats in the air … Me, a sketch of life narrated by the excesses of destiny sailing in troubled waters. 

I write about emotions as who proved the best wine and regains consciousness that is in the best place in the world when your embrace is my home, shelter. As anyone who looks at the window and realizes that life became more colorful every day, since you became the most beautiful verse of my composition. 

And so it is: a simple verse, we mixed within ourselves….♥